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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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5,811
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14
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Chapter 3
Huffing and puffing, Hermione made it to the Head's room while lugging her bags behind her after the welcoming feast. [I just had to pack my wand away.] Letting out a nice deep breathe, she muttered the password to the picture and stood to the side as it flew open. Grabbing her bags, she made her way into the nicely decorated common room. Hermione decided to look around the common room after depositing her bags in her room. Dragging the bags behind her, she walked up a small flight of stairs and down a hallway. On both sides of a the hallway were a door, one for the Head Boy's room, the other for the Head Girl's room. The doors were actually colored with their house colors, green for Draco and red for Hermione. Pushing open the door to her room, she practically threw her bags in. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she set to work unpacking all her belongings and pocketing her wand.
Spending about an hour or two unpacking, she walked out of her room and headed back to the common room to have a look around. As she descended the short staircase to the common room, her breath caught in her throat. Hermione had never seen such a beautiful place. The fireplace was blazing with a fire that seemed to never die down, the bookcases along side one of the walls was filled to the top with books. Amazed by the size and colors of the room, she grabbed a book from the bookcase and sat down on a couch in front of the fireplace. [Maybe this year won't be that bad.] With a smile she opened the book, actually glad that classes didn't start for another two days.
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About two hours later, Hermione heard banging on the portrait that led into the Head's dorm. Her face scrunched up in confusion, it was nearly past midnight no one should be out of his or her dormitories. However, the banging did not stop. Putting down her book, Hermione opened up the door. There before her stood a very drunk Draco Malfoy. His green and silver tie was hanging around his head, resembling a muggle hippy. The mandatory button down shirt was open half way, showing a good amount of his chest. Hermione bit her lip as he stumbled into the common room, not sure exactly how to care for a situation like this. Except for bumping into the coffee table, Draco managed to get himself onto the couch without incident. Leaning his head back, he let out a groan that sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. This drunken Draco didn’t look too happy.
Hermione slowly made her way to the couch and picked up the book she left there then placed it on the coffee table. Biting her lip again, she still didn’t know what to say or do. “Aren’t you going to scold me for being out past midnight?” He asked, her head rolling to the side to look at her.
“Well I was,” She started reaching up to push away the tie that fell onto his face. “But seeing you this drunk off your arse, my question was more like 'what happened'.” She finished with a slight laugh.
Giving her a sneer, he turned his head away from her. “Slytherin party. Blaise snuck in some fire whiskey.” He groaned out as he tried to get up, but stopped when the room started to spin. “It got out of hand.”
“Well serves you right. As Head Boy you should have confiscated the alcohol, not consumed it.” Hermione stated with her chin in the air.
Getting up from the couch, she took the book off the coffee table and headed to the stairs that led to their rooms. From the couch, Draco yelled, “Where are you going?”
Without turning around, she yelled back, “To bed, good night Malfoy.”
The only response she received was another groan.
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Hermione woke up the next morning, feeling quite well rested. Stretching her arms over her head, she looked out the window next to her bed and smiled at the bright sun that flooded her room. Getting out of the bed, she decided not to wear her school robes seeing that everyone outside was wearing regular clothes. She reached into her closet and pulled out a faded pair of jeans as well as a emerald green cami and grey button down t-shirt. Slipping her clothes on, she walked out of the bedroom and into the connecting bathroom to get ready for the day.
On the couch was an entirely different story. Draco had not been able to get himself off the couch after Hermione left the night before. When he woke up that same morning, he attempted to stretch his arms but his spinning hangover stopped him. Sitting up, he let out a very large groan for his spinning headache and for sitting up to fast. Taking a deep breathe, he got up slowly and some how managed to get himself into the bathroom.
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It’s very safe to say that neither Head’s knew that the bathroom was shared between the two of them, especially when a hung-over Draco walked into a bathing Hermione. Too stunned to move, Draco just stood in the doorway after closing the door. Hermione heard the door click shut and spun around to come face to face with Draco. Grabbing a towel that was near by, she quickly wrapped herself then glared at him. “Do you have any manners at all!” she exclaimed stepping out of the shower.
Draco just stood there, still in shock. [Did she always look that good?] Shaking his head, he didn’t know where that thought came from. This was after all Hermione Granger, Gryffindor’s Golden Girl. Finding his voice and body movement, he leaned against the sink next to him. “Manners? This coming from a Mudblood?”
Hermione grabbed a bar of soap next to her and threw it at him. “Don’t call me that!”
Draco nearly got hit with the bar of soap, but caught it in time. Tossing the soap into the sink, he took three strides and was standing in front of Hermione. “I’ll do whatever I want Gryffindor.”
His eyes wandered to her rising and falling chest, the towel that was hiding her body from his was falling down slightly exposing the top of her breasts. Draco felt himself harden slightly, he pulled his eyes up to meet her now confused ones and gave a her sneer before turning around and walking into his room.
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Hermione sprinted to her room after her bathroom encounter with Draco. Was he looking at my chest? She stood in the middle of her room, shaking from both anger and arousal. How did Draco manage to get under her skin? True he was handsome, but it wasn't something she would ever admit to. [I hate Malfoy, this should not be happening.] Letting out a deep breathe, she changed into the clothes she had picked out earlier. Quickly brushing out her hair, she looked into the mirror with a smile.
Across the hall, Draco was pacing back and forth across his room. He replayed what had happened in the bathroom over and over again, picturing Hermione's wet, naked body. However doing that was in no way helping his growing erection. Groaning, he walked over to his closest and pulled out a pair of black jeans along with a silver button down shirt. Chaning out of his school robes quickly, he ran a hand through his un-geled platium blonde air, thinking again of Hermione. Letting another groan, he jerked his door open and sped out of the Head's dorm.
Spending about an hour or two unpacking, she walked out of her room and headed back to the common room to have a look around. As she descended the short staircase to the common room, her breath caught in her throat. Hermione had never seen such a beautiful place. The fireplace was blazing with a fire that seemed to never die down, the bookcases along side one of the walls was filled to the top with books. Amazed by the size and colors of the room, she grabbed a book from the bookcase and sat down on a couch in front of the fireplace. [Maybe this year won't be that bad.] With a smile she opened the book, actually glad that classes didn't start for another two days.
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About two hours later, Hermione heard banging on the portrait that led into the Head's dorm. Her face scrunched up in confusion, it was nearly past midnight no one should be out of his or her dormitories. However, the banging did not stop. Putting down her book, Hermione opened up the door. There before her stood a very drunk Draco Malfoy. His green and silver tie was hanging around his head, resembling a muggle hippy. The mandatory button down shirt was open half way, showing a good amount of his chest. Hermione bit her lip as he stumbled into the common room, not sure exactly how to care for a situation like this. Except for bumping into the coffee table, Draco managed to get himself onto the couch without incident. Leaning his head back, he let out a groan that sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. This drunken Draco didn’t look too happy.
Hermione slowly made her way to the couch and picked up the book she left there then placed it on the coffee table. Biting her lip again, she still didn’t know what to say or do. “Aren’t you going to scold me for being out past midnight?” He asked, her head rolling to the side to look at her.
“Well I was,” She started reaching up to push away the tie that fell onto his face. “But seeing you this drunk off your arse, my question was more like 'what happened'.” She finished with a slight laugh.
Giving her a sneer, he turned his head away from her. “Slytherin party. Blaise snuck in some fire whiskey.” He groaned out as he tried to get up, but stopped when the room started to spin. “It got out of hand.”
“Well serves you right. As Head Boy you should have confiscated the alcohol, not consumed it.” Hermione stated with her chin in the air.
Getting up from the couch, she took the book off the coffee table and headed to the stairs that led to their rooms. From the couch, Draco yelled, “Where are you going?”
Without turning around, she yelled back, “To bed, good night Malfoy.”
The only response she received was another groan.
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Hermione woke up the next morning, feeling quite well rested. Stretching her arms over her head, she looked out the window next to her bed and smiled at the bright sun that flooded her room. Getting out of the bed, she decided not to wear her school robes seeing that everyone outside was wearing regular clothes. She reached into her closet and pulled out a faded pair of jeans as well as a emerald green cami and grey button down t-shirt. Slipping her clothes on, she walked out of the bedroom and into the connecting bathroom to get ready for the day.
On the couch was an entirely different story. Draco had not been able to get himself off the couch after Hermione left the night before. When he woke up that same morning, he attempted to stretch his arms but his spinning hangover stopped him. Sitting up, he let out a very large groan for his spinning headache and for sitting up to fast. Taking a deep breathe, he got up slowly and some how managed to get himself into the bathroom.
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It’s very safe to say that neither Head’s knew that the bathroom was shared between the two of them, especially when a hung-over Draco walked into a bathing Hermione. Too stunned to move, Draco just stood in the doorway after closing the door. Hermione heard the door click shut and spun around to come face to face with Draco. Grabbing a towel that was near by, she quickly wrapped herself then glared at him. “Do you have any manners at all!” she exclaimed stepping out of the shower.
Draco just stood there, still in shock. [Did she always look that good?] Shaking his head, he didn’t know where that thought came from. This was after all Hermione Granger, Gryffindor’s Golden Girl. Finding his voice and body movement, he leaned against the sink next to him. “Manners? This coming from a Mudblood?”
Hermione grabbed a bar of soap next to her and threw it at him. “Don’t call me that!”
Draco nearly got hit with the bar of soap, but caught it in time. Tossing the soap into the sink, he took three strides and was standing in front of Hermione. “I’ll do whatever I want Gryffindor.”
His eyes wandered to her rising and falling chest, the towel that was hiding her body from his was falling down slightly exposing the top of her breasts. Draco felt himself harden slightly, he pulled his eyes up to meet her now confused ones and gave a her sneer before turning around and walking into his room.
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Hermione sprinted to her room after her bathroom encounter with Draco. Was he looking at my chest? She stood in the middle of her room, shaking from both anger and arousal. How did Draco manage to get under her skin? True he was handsome, but it wasn't something she would ever admit to. [I hate Malfoy, this should not be happening.] Letting out a deep breathe, she changed into the clothes she had picked out earlier. Quickly brushing out her hair, she looked into the mirror with a smile.
Across the hall, Draco was pacing back and forth across his room. He replayed what had happened in the bathroom over and over again, picturing Hermione's wet, naked body. However doing that was in no way helping his growing erection. Groaning, he walked over to his closest and pulled out a pair of black jeans along with a silver button down shirt. Chaning out of his school robes quickly, he ran a hand through his un-geled platium blonde air, thinking again of Hermione. Letting another groan, he jerked his door open and sped out of the Head's dorm.